"Sir, please stay. Why spend over ten thousand on a fake? Seeing how much you like Gu Kaizhi's calligraphy and paintings, I actually have an authentic one right here! You might as well go into the store and take a look if you don't want to buy."
Fatty Chen's eyes rolled around, and his fat face showed his signature flattering expression.
He saw Long Yi spend 12,000 yuan to buy a fake painting without blinking an eye, and he was surrounded by two top-notch beauties. He must be a rich man from a wealthy family. How could he not take advantage of such a sucker that was right in front of him?
Long Yi was a little impatient and didn't want to waste words with him. "Thank you for your kindness, boss. No matter whether it is authentic or not, I just want to be happy with my purchase." After that, he pulled the Wan sisters away.
"Hey, sir, please stay. I brought all these calligraphy and paintings for you!" Fatty Chen unfolded an antique scroll in front of Long Yi.
Long Yi glanced at the calligraphy and painting. There was indeed a faint aura flowing on the lifelike paper. It seemed to be an authentic work of Gu Kaizhi.
Just in terms of the richness of the spiritual energy, it is completely different from the painting in his hand. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is like rubbing it on the ground.
It seems that the boss wants to repeat the same trick, first using the original painting to trick me into paying, and then using a fake to replace it.
Long Yi was too lazy to waste time arguing with this cunning and deceitful vendor, so he continued walking forward without saying a word.
A fierce look flashed in Fatty Chen's eyes. Seeing the duck at his mouth fly away, he cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, what's so arrogant about having a few stinky money! If I was born into a noble family, I would definitely make you kneel at my feet and lick my shoes!"
"A man is hugging two roast chickens with women on both sides, and his hips are twisted up to the sky. You have so much stuff and you are the only one who still wants it. Bah!" After saying this, Fatty Chen spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in the direction where Long Yi left.
Long Yi had a remarkable sense of awareness, so the curses and yells of the black shop owner had no way of escaping his ears. He tolerated the profanity directed at him because he was in a good mood today. Although the Wan sisters ran a nightclub, they were definitely not fickle women.
As a friend, Long Yi absolutely cannot tolerate the Wan sisters being insulted!
Long Yi turned around and strode over to him, grabbed his collar and scolded him, "If you have the guts, repeat what you just said to me again!"
Fatty Chen was immediately frightened. He weighed nearly 200 pounds, yet the young man in front of him could easily grab him with one hand. He shouted, "Help! Someone is committing a crime in the Treasure Garden!"
His loud calls indeed caused a commotion among the crowd, and they gathered here in an instant.
"Young friend, could you please do me a favor? All disputes in this treasure garden cannot be resolved by force. It's better not to break the rules."
The originally packed crowd made way for a white-haired old man, and the people around him said respectfully, "Master Wan, you're here!"
Wan Shuang and Wan Xue were surprised to see the old man appear, and ran to him happily.
"Grandpa, this is the Long Yi I often mentioned to you. His medical skills are superb, and most importantly, he is handsome!" Wan Shuang was jumping around the old man like a child, skipping and jumping to introduce Long Yi to the old man.
Wan Xue also echoed, "That's right, Grandpa, you may not know this, but it was Long Yi who cured Grandpa's illness."
The two sisters' faces were full of pride when they talked about Long Yi. The old man had been struggling in the ways of the world for his whole life, so how could he not know the little thoughts of the two girls.
The old man laughed heartily, his beard trembling. "So, Mr. Long is truly a hero born in his youth. However, this treasure garden was opened by me and a few old friends, so we must not break the rules."
"I know this, so I will not resort to violence in the treasure garden," Long Yi replied to the old man.
Fatty Chen finally had a chance to catch his breath while Long Yi was talking, and he gasped for fresh air.
Seeing someone backing him up, Fatty Chen instantly gained confidence and said harshly, "Mr. Long is good in every way, except that his taste in antiques is quite poor. He treasured the scroll that I wouldn't even want if given to me for free, and he's wasting money on it."
Long Yi looked at Fatty Chen disdainfully and came up with an idea. Since he had to give Mr. Wan some face and couldn't take action, he would make this black-hearted boss suffer a huge loss.
"It's true that I don't have much accomplishment in antiques, but the painting in my hand is undoubtedly an authentic one. Why don't we..." Long Yi was interrupted by Fatty Chen before he could finish his words.
"Hmph! I think we might as well make a bet. Mr. Long, just bet whatever you think your confidence is worth!" Fatty Chen not only interrupted the conversation but also made provocative remarks. He didn't believe that the hot-blooded young man would not take the bait.
When Long Yi heard what Fatty Chen said, he was delighted. The prey had taken the bait!
"Since Boss Chen has provoked me so much, I think I might as well bet two million!" Long Yi stared at Fatty Chen with a sharp gaze!
Two million? Fatty Chen was shocked when he heard this astronomical figure. After more than ten years of hard work, he had only saved up 2.2 million. Wasn't this a bit too much of a bet?
After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly realized that this kid wanted to scare him away by asking for an exorbitant price. How could he not know whether the painting was real or not? Or was it a rush item he bought by the kilogram from a second-hand antique stall?
"Alright! Mr. Long is very courageous. I, Fatty Chen, will accompany you to the end!"
"Let's bet whether this painting is worth one hundred thousand!" Long Yi took the scroll in his hand out of the black cloth.
"It's a deal! Let Master Wan be a witness!" Fatty Chen's eyes rolled cunningly. It was hard to say whether this painting could be sold for fifty, let alone one hundred thousand. With Master Wan here in front of everyone, he was not afraid that the other party would cheat.
Old Master Wan walked forward with a shake of his beard, took the scroll from Long Yi's hand, took a look at it, frowned, and did not speak for a long time.
"My dear friend Long, I advise you to withdraw your bet. This painting is fake, so there's no need to place a bet. Don't act on impulse!"
Fatty Chen's face darkened when he heard Master Wan's words. It was obvious that he saw that Long Yi was doomed to lose and was trying to give him a way out, hoping that he would withdraw from the bet. However, the difference in status between him and Master Wan was so great that he didn't dare to show his dissatisfaction on his face.
Long Yi was grateful in his heart. "I'll keep Master Wan's words in mind, but I'm still certain that this painting is worth more than 100,000. Please be fair to me."
After hearing what Long Yi said, Mr. Wan shook his head slightly. He had already anticipated the outcome of the bet, and in his mind he labeled Long Yi as impulsive and willful.
He looked at Wan Shuang Wan Xue meaningfully, the meaning of which was self-evident, which was to remind his granddaughter not to get too close to this short-sighted person.
"The bet is in effect. Both parties are betting on whether the calligraphy and painting in Mr. Long's hands is worth more than 100,000. The stakes are 2 million. Notary: Wan Ye!"
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